When you are young this is how it is

You love your mum and she loves you

On the whole, I guess that’s true

But sometimes as you grow

You look again, and know

You grieve a mother’s love you never knew

Approval was conditional

Affection waxing and waning with every changeable mood

And if you live long enough

The love you made yourself feel

Withers and dies

It wasn’t her fault she had no love to give

She lied to herself just as much as you

Desperately faking an emotion she didn’t have

But she’s gone now

And you’re left with a loveless void

At the heart of you